The big clock on a table there was ticking solemnly, like a slow footfall; the lamp was alight, so the Doctor must be still up. With a heart that beat loudly I went to his study door and lifted my hand to knock, when from within rose a sound at which the current of my blood stopped and ran backwards--the terrible, heartbroken grief of a grown man.

Boy as I was, I felt that an agony like that was sacred; besides, I knew the worst then.

I dragged myself upstairs again, cold to the bones, with a brain that was frozen too. My one desire was to reach my bed, cover my face, and let the tears flow; though, when I did regain it, no tears and no thoughts came. I lay there and shivered for some time, with a stony, stunned sensation, and then I slept--as if Marjory were well.

The next morning the bell under the cupola did not clang, and Sutcliffe came up with the direction that we were to go down very quietly, and not to draw up the window-blinds; and then we all knew what had happened during the night.

There was a very genuine grief, though none knew Marjory as I had known her; the more emotional wept, the older ones indulged in little semi-pious conventional comments, oddly foreign to their usual tone; all--even the most thoughtless--felt the same hush and awe overtake them.

I could not cry; I felt nothing, except a dull rage at my own insensibility. Marjory was dead--and I had no tears.

Morning school was a mere pretence that day; we dreaded, for almost the first time, to see the Doctor"s face, but he did not show himself, and the arrangements necessary for the breaking-up of the school were made by the matron.

Some, including Ormsby and myself, could not be taken in for some days, during which we had to remain at the school: days of shadow and monotony, with occasional ghastly outbreaks of the high spirits which nothing could repress, even in that house of mourning.

But the time pa.s.sed at last, until it was the evening of the day on which Marjory had been left to her last sleep.

The poor father and mother had been unable to stay in the house now that it no longer covered even what had been their child; and the only two, besides the matron and a couple of servants who still remained there, were Ormsby and I, who were both to leave on the following morning.

I would rather have been alone just then with anyone but Ormsby, though he had never since that fatal night taken the slightest notice of me; he looked worn and haggard to a degree that made me sure he must have cared more for Marjory than I could have imagined, and yet he would break at times into a feverish gaiety which surprised and repelled me.

He was in one of these latter moods that evening, as we sat, as far apart as possible, in the empty, firelit schoolroom.

"Now, Cameron," he said, as he came up to me and struck me boisterously on the shoulder, "wake up, man! I"ve been in the blues long enough. We can"t go on moping always, on the night before the holidays, too! Do something to make yourself sociable--talk, can"t you?"

"No, I can"t," I said; and, breaking from him, went to one of the windows and looked vacantly out into blackness, which reflected the long room, with its dingy greenish maps, and the desks and forms glistening in the fire-beams.

The ice-bound state in which I had been so long was slowly pa.s.sing away, now that the scene by the little grave that raw, cheerless morning had brought home remorselessly the truth that Marjory was indeed gone--lost to me for ever.

I could see now what she had been to me; how she had made my great loneliness endurable; how, with her innocent, fearless nature, she had tried to rouse me from spiritless and unmanly dejection. And I could never hope to please her now by proving that I had learnt the lesson; she had gone from me to some world infinitely removed, in which I was forgotten, and my pitiful trials and struggles could be nothing to her any more!

I was once more alone, and this second bereavement revived in all its crushing desolation the first bitter loss which it so closely followed.

So, as I stood there at the window, my unnatural calm could hold out no longer; the long-frozen tears thawed, and I could weep for the first time since Marjory died.

But I was not allowed to sorrow undisturbed; I felt a rough grasp on my arm, as Ormsby asked me angrily, "What"s the matter now?"

"Oh, Marjory, come to me!" I could only cry; "I can"t bear it! I can"t!

I can"t!"

"Stop that, do you hear?" he said savagely, "I won"t have it! Who are you to cry about her, when--but for _you_----"

He got no farther; the bitter truth in such a taunt, coming from him, stung me to ungovernable rage. I turned and struck him full in the mouth, which I cut open with my clenched hand.

His eyes became all pupil. "You shall pay me for that!" he said through his teeth; and, forcing me against a desk, he caught up a large T-square which lay near; he was far the stronger, and I felt myself powerless in his grasp. Pa.s.sion and pain had made him beside himself for the moment, and he did not know how formidable a weapon the heavily-weighted instrument might become in his hand.

I shut my eyes: I think I rather hoped he would kill me, and then perhaps I might go where Marjory was. I did not cry for help, and it would have been useless if I had done so, for the schoolroom was a long way from the kitchen and offices of that rambling old house.

But before the expected blow was dealt I felt his grasp relax, and heard the instrument fall with a sudden clatter on the floor. "Look," he whispered, in a voice I did not recognise, "_look there_!"

And when I opened my eyes, I saw Marjory standing between us!

She looked just as I had always seen her: I suppose that even the after-life could not make Marjory look purer, or more lovely than she was on earth. My first feeling was a wild conviction that it had all been some strange mistake--that Marjory was not dead.

"Marjory, Marjory!" I cried in my joy, "is it really you? You have come back, after all, and it is not true!"

She looked at us both without speaking for a moment; her dear brown eyes had lost their old childish sparkle, and were calm and serious as if with a deeper knowledge.

Ormsby had cowered back to the opposite wall, covering his face. "Go away!" he gasped. "Cameron--_you_ ask her to go. She--she liked you....

I never meant it. Tell her I never meant to do it!"

I could not understand such terror at the sight of Marjory, even if she had been what he thought her; but there was a reason in his case.

"You were going to hurt Cameron," said Marjory, at length, and her voice sounded sad and grave and far-away.

"I don"t care, Marjory," I cried, "not now you are here!"

She motioned me back: "You must not come nearer," she said. "I cannot stay long, and I must speak to Ormsby. Ormsby, have you told anyone?"

"No," he said, shaking all over, "it could do no good.... I thought I needn"t."

"Tell _him_," said Marjory.

"Must I? Oh, no, no!" he groaned, "don"t make me do that!"

"You must," she answered, and he turned to me with a sullen fear.

"It was like this," he began; "that night, when I was waiting for you down there--I had some string, and it struck me, all in a moment, that it would be fun to trip you up. I didn"t mean to hurt you--only frighten you. I fastened the string across a little way from the bottom. And then"--he had to moisten his lips before he could go on--"then _she_ came down, and I tried to catch her--and couldn"t--no, I couldn"t!"

"Is that all?" asked Marjory, as he stopped short.

"I cut the string and hid it before you came. Now you know, and you may tell if you like!"

"Cameron, you will never tell, will you--as long as he lives?" said Marjory. "You must promise."

I was horrified by what I had heard; but her eyes were upon me, and I promised.

"And you, Ormsby, promise me to be kinder to him after this."

He could not speak; but he made a sign of a.s.sent.

"And now," said Marjory, "shake hands with him and forgive him."

But I revolted: "No, Marjory, I can"t; not now--when I know this!"

"Cameron, dear," she said, "you won"t let me go away sorry, will you?

and I must go so soon. For my sake, when I wish it so!"